He hesitated a moment before taking the chair, wondering if it was a trap.
His stomach turned cold for a moment as he wondered what she was asking. "I am good for whatever you may need. I can be most dedicated and loyal." To himself, normally, or Mari, but it was true. His eyes slowly rose to look at her for the first time.
She had been known, he'd read, in the archives of the paper, as being more skilled at the Cruciatus curse than any. The pain curse.
"I understand that sometimes the best tools are not brute force."